You make my tired eyes strain to stay awake.
The nerves in my brain struggle, trying to figure it out.
They make connections but my mind fails to understand what it means.
I watch your throat and how your vocal cords move up and down when you yell.
Your eyes start to turn black as your pupil expands and red snakes starts to appear.
Calm down, I say even though you say you’re relaxed.
Your aura and attitude say otherwise.
The space surrounding us has disappeared and only our shadows are left greeting each other.
Even when you’re mad, do you still feel the same way?